5 Seconds of Summer Smut

touch me // m.c.

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From: Mikey
'I'll be home soon, we're almost done recording xx'

I sigh and put my phone down. I've been alone since 8am this morning. That's when Michael woke me up with a kiss on the cheek and a "See you tonight" before leaving to record some surprise songs for the fans.

Waiting for Michael to be home - when he was home - had never been anything I was particularly fond of. When he's on tour it's different. Then he's not in the same city, and I know that I can expect either a snapchat or a text from him sometime every day. But when he's home, I want to spend as much time with him as possible. But I can't stop him from doing what he loves, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I did?

It still doesn't stop me from missing him, though. Missing his smile, missing his voice, his hands, his mouth.. Why am I doing this to myself?
I look at the clock on the wall. Michael isn't going to be home in a while, no matter what he says in his texts. He's always there later than he said he'd be. And when he comes home, he probably won't be in the mood to do anyhing but sleep, which only really leaves me with one choice.

I go into the bedroom and close the door behind me before taking my clothes off. I've never been a fan of touching myself with my clothes on, so I throw them into the corner of the bedroom and climb onto the bed. With the mental image of sweaty Michael on stage - that's when he's the absolute sexiest - I drag a finger up my slit and back down before pushing it into me. I imagine Michael touching me, his raspy voice whispering dirty words in my ear, and it makes me wetter instantly.
I start thrusting my finger in and out of myself, adding another finger after a while. My free hand goes up to squeeze my breast and a low moan escapes my lips, followed by Michael's name. I run my hand down my body to my clit, rubbing it harshly. I feel my stomach begin to tighten, and I moan louder. "Michael.."

I'm on the edge of coming when the bedroom door opens and Michael walks in. "What is it ba- Oh my god." I let out a small yelp and quickly pull my fingers out of myself, pulling my legs up to my stomach and wrapping my arms around them. "I thought you'd be gone for longer..." I almost whisper, my face red.

Michael smirks, dropping his bag on the floor. "So you thought you'd have some time with yourself?" I bite my lip and nod as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself below me. "Go on then," he commands. "Touch yourself, just like you know I would."
He's so ridiculous, the sight of my touching myself must've turned him on, but I obey his command, and start running my fingers up my slit again, teasing myself like Michael would. I rub my clit , making figure eights as I moan his name again. My fingers slip inside me, and I start to thrust them faster and faster.
"Such a bad girl," Michael chuckles, and he grabs my wrist to pull my fingers out.

"Touching yourself when I'm not around, tsk tsk." He pulls his shirt over his head and starts kissing up my legs, earning a moan from me. He gently nibbles the inside of my thighs before blowing hot air against my slit, making me wetter. "What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?" His voice is several octaves lower as he lifts his head to kiss the area underneath my belly button.

"Y- You," I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair. "I missed you, I missed you touching me.."
"So you thought you'd touch yourself like I touch you?" he hisses, kissing down to my clit, swirling his tounge around it. "Did it feel like I was touching you?"
I shake my head, tilting my head back to bury it in the pillows and arches my back. "No, no one can touch me l- like you can."
"Exactly." His tounge licks up my slit and he slips two fingers into me. "No one can touch you like I do. No one." He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me, sucking harshly on my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut and tangle my fingers in his hair as I feel my stomach tighten again.

"F- Fuck Michael," I moan, bucking my hips. "I'm gonna come.."
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his tounge, thrusting in and out of me with a speed I didn't think was possible. "Come for me baby," he moans between the thrusts.
I tug on his hair and let out a loud yelp as I reach my high, and he licks it all up and swallows it. With a satisfied smirk plastered all over his face, he brings himself up so he's face-to-face with me. Michael licks his lips and kisses my nose. "My good girl," he smiles, pulling me into his arms.
"That was amazing, Michael," I pant, tilting my head up to kiss his jaw. "Best oral I've ever had."

He let's out a quiet laugh as he starts playing with my hair. "Well, seeing you touch yourself and moaning my name is a huge turn-on. I should make you touch yourself in front of me more often."
"You're such a freak," I giggle, making small circles on his chest, I know it gives him goose bumps. "Just be home a little more, then we can do this more often."

"I'm totally up for more of this," Michael laughs. "Now I need a shower, that was what I was about to do before you interrupted me." He lets go of me and jumps out of bed. "Wanna join me?"
I laugh. "Of course," and get up as well, following him into the bathroom.

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